Page 25 of Reckless Hearts
Chapter 14
“How doyou think he’s doing?” London asks me a week later as we lay in bed together watching a movie.
It’s obvious she’s referring to Cam, who we haven’t heard from since he left, with the exception of a selfie text he sent us of Taylor’s huge gap-toothed smile showing us that he’d lost his first tooth.
I sigh, pulling her flush to my side and kissing the top of her head. To say we’ve been lonely without Cam is an understatement. The bed feels ten sizes too big with just the two of us. Every time I walk by Taylor’s empty room I feel a ping of grief. Another hole in my heart has been carved out and is MIA.
We didn’t just lose Cam in this god-awful situation, but we lost a little boy who we’d fallen deeply in love with. Who felt like our own. A boy I could envision us raising together as a family as we watched him grow into adulthood.
Nuzzling at her ear, I answer honestly. “I really don’t know. It kills me that he feels this is the only way to make this work. I disagree with his decision, but what can we do?”
London turns in my arms, her freshly-washed face blooming with natural beauty, the color of her cheeks a dusty pink and her lips plump and shiny.
She lays a soft hand against my cheek, gazing up at me with intensity flashing in her green eyes.
“He’ll come back to us. I know he will.”
Placing a kiss on the tip of her nose, the light dusting of freckles there that I’ve always loved, my lips work their way down until I meet her lips. My palm glides over the delicate flesh of her shoulder, guiding the strap of her nightie along with it.
Our kisses transition from sweet and soft to hard and urgent. She wedges a hand between us and massages my already turgid length, straining between my legs.
“Do you imagine him here with us when I fuck you?” I ask, not out of jealousy, but out of hungry interest.
Her hand burrows underneath the fabric of my boxers, and I thrust into her palm. She makes my body come alive with a needy greed to fill her up; to make this empty ache and longing we both have disappear.
“I miss him so much, Sage. You know I want him here with us just as much as you do. But I enjoy being alone with just you, too.”
A smile tugs at my lips knowing how good we are together, even when it’s just the two of us, as I let my fingers wander over the silky skin of her arms and to her full breasts. I push to my elbow and wedge a thigh between her legs, settling at her center.
Tugging the nightie down, I expose her plump tits, her nipples darting upright, in need of being worshipped.
My thumb strokes against her taut nipple, as I follow it with a swipe of my tongue as she gasps out a needy breath.
We rock against one another, our desire becoming urgent and uncontrollable. I claim her lips again, licking the corners of her mouth and then sweeping between the seam, swirling inside as I catch each moan and sigh between my lips.
With simmering desperation, I slip a hand between our wedged bodies, rolling enough to make room and push the nightie to her waist. Looking down to where our bodies will soon be joined, I see she’s pantyless and I groan.
“I’ll admit,” I murmur against her tit, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses there as she arches into my mouth. “I enjoy having you all to myself sometimes. You’re so perfect, darlin’.”
My fingers land at the juncture of her pussy and I part the wet flesh there, flicking the nub of her clit with my thumb. Her body cants upwards with pleasure as I continue my ministrations. Teasing and torturing her with my fingers.
I allow my fingernails to skim over the dewy entrance, her pussy slick with desire, thrusting two fingers inside her. The heat of her body is unbearable. She’s slippery and hot and it was all I ever thought about during my time in prison. The scent of her arousal and the tightness of her cunt that envelopes me when I’m inside her.
My cock thickens, reminding me he has work to do, and I wiggle out of my shorts, kicking them off the edge of the bed.
With the wetness coating my fingers, I paint a slick swath over her nub, rubbing her in tight circles as she grinds against my hand.
“Right there, Sage….oh God, right there.” She cries out huskily, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
There is nothing better than watching London come apart in the throes of passion. She’s always been uninhibited, even when we first took her virginity all those years ago. She’s insatiable and daring in the bedroom and makes my blood heat with desperation every time we fuck.
Using my thumb and finger, I spread her folds open and rub tiny circular motions around her clit, as she tenses beneath me and throws her head to the side, shouting out her climax.
“Oh God, Sage. Sage. Sage.”
I barely let her take a breath before I thrust inside her heat, my cock immediately coated with her slick desire.
Groaning loudly at the insane pleasure, my body begins pumping, pushing and driving into the hot inner sanctum of London’s body. Her walls clench around me, as I thrust and withdraw. Thrust and withdraw.
